It is with great pride and appreciation that I acknowledge those who contributed to the completion of Phobos: Mayan Fear and the continued success of the entire Domain 2012 series.
First and foremost, to the great people at Tor/Forge, with special thanks to Tom Doherty and his familymy editor, Eric Raab, and his assistant (now editor) Whitney Ross. Thank you to my copy editor, M. Longbrake. My gratitude and appreciation to my personal editor, Lou Aronica at the Fiction Studio (), whose advice remains invaluable, and to my literary agent, Danny Baror of Baror International, for his friendship and dedication. Thanks as well to his assistant, Heather Baror-Shapiro.
A very special thanks to Dr. Steven Greer, former chairman of the Department of Emergency Medicine at Caldwell Memorial Hospital in North Carolina, and the founder and director of CSETI and the Disclosure Project, who generously allowed me to use quotes from his incredible press conference held on May 9, 2001, at the National Press Club in Washington, D.C. I encourage everyone to visit his website at www.DisclosureProject.org and to watch the entire news conference. As always, my gratitude to my cover artist, Erik Hollander ( www.HollanderDesignLab.com ), for his amazing cover art, and to forensic artist William McDonald ( www.alienUFOart.com ) for the original artwork found within these pages.
A heartfelt thanks to the brilliant Jack Harbach OSullivan, who offeredme his scientific advice; my friend and webmaster, Leisa Coffman, for her continued dedication; and editor Barbara Becker, who also works tirelessly in the Adopt-An-Author program.
To my wife, Kim, and my kids, Kelsey and Branden, for their love and tolerance of the long hours involved in my writing career, and last, to my readers and fans, who have given this series continued life beyond 2012 mere words cannot express my gratitude.
When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.
ATTRIBUTED TO SRI CHINMOY GHOSE
E velyn Mohr opens her eyes. The world is spinning in vertigo, her flesh tingling. For a moment she fears she has been struck by lightning, then she remembers.
The cruise ship the hole in the Atlantic!
She is lying on her side in a darkness so complete she cannot see her hand in front of her face. She can hear grunts and groans, but she has no idea where she is. Feeling around the carpet, she manages to locate her i-glasses. Tries to contact her husband, Dave, but gets only static.
Adjusting the smart glasses setting, she changes the lenses from tint to night vision. The impenetrable blackness becomes an olive-green corridor, harboring several dozen bathing suitclad passengers, sprawled out in clusters. Most remain unconscious; a few are sitting up, disoriented, their eyes glowing a nocturnal silver.
Searching the corridor, Evelyn locates the steel hatch leading outside. Standing on wobbly legs, she pushes openthe watertight door and ventures out onto one of the ships privacy sun decks.
Oh my
The sun is long gone, the night sky sparkling with constellations and nebulae and distant spiral galaxies as vivid as images taken from the newest Earth-orbiting telescopes. To the north she sees Jupiter, as big as the moon, its moons twinkling like diamond dust. To the east is Saturn; beyond, Neptunea neon-blue dot partially eclipsed by its sister planets rings of ice.
Her eyes catch movement in the heavenstwo small moons. One orbits directly overhead, the other is moving unusually fast, rapidly dipping toward the inky ocean horizon.
Where the hell are we?
A different time, a different place.
She sees him standing by the guardrail, a lanky Adonis with long dark hair and a bodybuilders physique. His eyes appear azure blue in the lunar light.
Evelyn approaches. Youre Annas friend, the one who saved me.
Julian. And youre Evelyn, Dave Mohrs wife.
Her heart races. Did Lilith send you?
My mother sent me. You can trust me, Im a friend.
What happened to us?
The cruise ship was dragged down a wormhole. Our presence in the portal created an alternative universe of space-time.
You sound like my husband.
Your husband no longer exists; he wont be born for another 127 million years.
What? Her throat constricts as other passengers join them. How is that possible?
Look around you. This isnt Earth, Evelyn. Its Marsback when the Red Planet was green and possessed an atmosphere just before the great cataclysm. He suddenly pauses, his eyes darting to focus on the water. They found us. Everyone back inside the ship!
The gathering crowd shoves its way back inside the corridor.
Evelyn grabs onto Julian to keep from being dragged away, her eyes catching a glimpse of the terrifying lizardlike creatures surfacing off the starboard bow. Who are you? The truth!
My name is Julian Agler Gabriel. My friends call me Jag. Like my mother, Sophia, Im full-blooded Hunahpu.
Why are you here?
Im here to ensure humanitys future.
He drags her inside, securing the hatch behind them as the predatory reptilian Martian race begins its assault on the Paradise Lost Phobos reappearing on the western horizon, glowing orange in the alien night sky.
To be continued
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Cambridge University archives
AUGUST 23, 2001
P hobos : a Greek term, translated as morbid fear.
Fear: a state of mind, inducing anxiety. The trepidation preceding an unwanted outcome. Fear is the mind-killer that disrupts the higher aspects of brain activity, overruling common sense.
It has been argued that modern man suffers from six basic phobias: Fear of poverty. Fear of old age. Loss of love. Criticism. Poor health. And, of course, our most overwhelming fearfear of death.
My name is Julius Gabriel. I am an archaeologist, a scientist who investigates humanitys past in search of the truth. Truth is the light that eliminates the darkness induced by fear. Conversely, lies are the weapons of darkness, designed to spread fear.
What you are about to read is the culmination of more than half a century of research that reveals startling truths about mans existence, our intended purpose, and our prophesied demise. The evidence that follows has never been made public, for to do so wouldhave violated a dozen nondisclosure agreements that would have resulted in my incarceration and very likely a quiet execution made to look like a suicideramifications rendered moot following a recent visit to my cardiologist.
In truth, my decision to finally go public with these papers was based more on anger than my own intended exit strategy. I am sickened by an illegal and unconstitutional black ops program that exists solely to empower and enrich members of the military industrial complex and the fossil fuel industry. These pseudo-emperors have committed high treason against our entire species. They have lied to Congress and continue to operate outside the bounds of the Constitution of the United States, thereby voiding the previously mentioned nondisclosure agreements. Worse, they have murdered one president, disrupted the administration of another, and have refused to be held accountable by any office, though they are funded with an annual budget that exceeds $100 billion. In order to preserve their secrets, they have killed people of fame and fortune and innocent bystanders alike, and have orchestrated false flag events that have led to wars. Of most importance to mankinds future, they covet and have bottlenecked advanced technologies in the field of energy and propulsion that would not only provide free endless power for all but avert a looming global catastrophe.
